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Lady, you don't know enough about me to be able to pull off anything like this and you know it. Using it as an excuse to try and get more out of me is horseshit.

Forget it. I don't want anything to do with you or those featherheads you like so much. Now go away and back to mooning over those bloody angels; I've got customers to make happy.

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Gee... seems like you're not very happy!

[Kronk wondered if some spinach puffs would cheer her up?]

Customers are rarely happy, and are even less so when you're absent for long periods of time. Take my advice, and make yourself comfortable.

If I may ask, what sort of business do you run?

I'm starting to think I'm the only one who gets along with my mun. Why are you so angry with yours?

Muns are like that, aren't they?

Mine still us obsessed with some creepy scientist.

Judas as a woman. What will they think of next?

Then I've gotta keep 'em as close to as possible, or else I'm out on my ass.

I'm an engineer.

How would you feel if you were living a perfectly lifey-life and your mun sent an angel to make you remember every single one of your hundreds of past lives? And some of them really, really sucked?

I wouldn't know. She only just hit on my universe a week ago. You'd think that's not enough time to want to do anything with it, buuut ...

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[Penny knows who this is, and she pales so fast it's a wonder she doesn't faint. For a moment it looks like she's going to crumble, but then her back stiffens and she lifts her chin. She's trembling, though. Trembling, with her fists clenched and tears in her eyes.]

Go away.

She made me an account after one episode, man!

And here she is two years later trying to do it again!

Bobby Hobbes understands!

Just tell me you're not the crazy scientist. That'd be all I need.

'Course not, I'm me.

I don't do that sciencey stuff.

Well, good. Who's you, then?

I'm a cop just lookin' out for America.

Oh. A cop.

[A pause.]

Well then. Nice ... to meet you.

[It's an easier, and more legal, explanation of "I go after supernatural stuff!" in any case.]

You too.

[That would have been a better explanation as far as Penny's concerned. The Sixth Circle isn't a good place for having faith in the law.]

So. A cop. What kind of ... cop-things do you do?

The usual.

Taking down baddies, making sure those jokers in the FBI don't get in our way. That sort of thing.

..Well I would. But it's mostly fish and Game related. You know, poachers and the like.